Your love calls my name
Soft and sweet like babies breath
All wrong dissipates
Euphoria takes over
Filled with the essence of you
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
A Step Toward Cliffs Edge
A step toward cliffs edge;
Downward falls rock and sand,
Bouncing, ricocheting off stone walls,
Shear and treacherous in route to their destiny.
Equilibrium falters on unsure footing,
Perched high above circling birds,
An unnatural scene for man.
Carved by wind and water
Otherworldly vastness astounds.
Its artist appears a distant ribbon of green-blue
Winding mesas and chasms ,
Ever chiseling to greater and greater depths,
Slow, deliberate, unnoticed by all but the creator.
Revealing what is evident to all but fools;
How abruptly the human spirit can be dashed,
Minimizing our self-aggrandizing achievements.
What feat of man could compare?
We are but amateurs
Crawling in hopes to walk,
Attempting to master the unmasterable,
Devastating perfection, striving to control.
Can we not just appreciate the grandeur,
The depth and breadth of this– Grand Canyon.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spring Floats on Warm Breeze – A Tanka
Spring floats on warm breeze
Golden rays bronze winters pale
Reincarnation
Rebirth of blossoming soul
Natures call awakening
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Come Tranquility – A Haiku
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Come tranquility
My essence beckons you home
Tears have subsided
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Thirst Consumes
A thirst consumes me
One which water cannot quench
Is there a Heaven
Is there a hell, I don’t know
God knows…if he exists
This question of faith
To believe or disbelieve
I struggle alone
For no one can know my mind
Or the spirit within me
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Vultures (A Dark Poem)
The Vulture
Those birds, those horrid blood sucking birds
Circling overhead, their red collared necks deep crimson in the setting sun.
Sensing the departure of spirit and will,
Waiting for the living to become lifeless,
Relishing the coming of death.
What morbid creatures are these, heartless and soulless.
Lying here, is this to be my last vision,
This hideous species of fowl
Bent of emptying my sockets, disemboweling me,
A meal for the taking.
Impaled by the prey I so stealthily sought,
Victim of my own arrogance.
Alone and lonely, shielded in blood soaked clothes
Most certainly this is not the end I envisioned.
What of my loving wife,
What will become of my children,
What of?
They circle…
Lower now, they smell the end is near,
Smell of death is in the air, death is inevitable.
Cold is setting in, the end is close.
Swooping low, these maggots, they torture me,
Flapping of their wings, stench of rotting flesh.
Daylight is fading,
I am so tired, so cold, so at peace.
Do what you will my relentless tormentors;
My family will remember me as I was not as I am,
A poor wretch soon to be torn and scattered,
Nothing but a whisper on the four winds.
Take me O’ winged beasts, take me now!
My time has come,
…Farewell.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Emotions Naked – A Tanka
Emotions naked
Crumpled like dirty laundry
Piled on the floor
Waiting to be gathered up
Washed, folded and put away
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Pearl – A Haiku
Image Credit: guardian.co.uk
Dry your fear-born tears
This world is an oyster
Your pearl awaits
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Beauty Surrounds
Beauty surrounds,
If we only take time to observe.
Caught in the trap of modernity,
Should we not exalt these wonders,
For the sanctity of nature,
Is most breathtaking to behold.
Our towering buildings, bridges, fountains, sculptures,
All the great works of the ages do not compare.
Man’s achievements are but specks,
Mere blemishes woven into this worldly fabric.
The Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the giant redwoods,
the mighty Mississippi, the Rocky Mountains,
Overshadow anything man’s simple mind could envision.
Yet through our mortal determination
We destroy the masterpiece that sustains us.
Let us slow down…
Take a moment to appreciate what surrounds us
Before we further damage this gift we have been given
Leaving nothing but ugliness and regret
To those that will follow.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There Is A Thaw
There is a thaw, too long in the making;
Not just of snow and ice nor lake or window pane,
We are on the cusp of a thawing of ideals.
Like the first breaths of spring,
Fragrant and refreshing after a long brutal winter.
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What beauty awaits as blossoms,
Every color of the rainbow paints winters bare landscape,
Each one equally beautiful.
So many had fought and died to see this day,
Sun shining, blue skies, a warming breeze
Before returning to the earth.
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You were not forgotten
As successive springs sprout new generations
In the image of those preceding them.
Your loss was not for naught brothers and sisters,
A hopeful spring has come.
Spread beyond your garden borders
To mingle amongst the forests and fields.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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